Post 14 — The First Spark of War
Shurpanakha, wounded in pride and fury, fled to her brothers Khara and Dushana.
Her screams filled the forest — twisting humiliation into vengeance.
The brothers, blinded by anger, marched with their armies toward Rama’s hermitage.
But Rama stood calm, bow in hand, facing thousands with the quiet strength of dharma.
By dusk, the forest floor held the silence of a battle already won.
Anger chooses battles; righteousness decides outcomes.
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